What does it mean to be a Red Blood? To Snoh Encre being a red-blooded human was the epitome of mediocrity. Especially when her entire family has magical powers of their own as Elementals.
Living in the Wysterian Nation as a disappointment to her f...
"How do you know that I spoke to Naiad?" That was the first question I posed Prime Chairman Niloh once we sat down at his private residence located on school grounds. He explained to me that he had residences like this amongst the other two magical academies located in Fiestras and Aurora for whenever he spent time there on business.
Despite it just being a temporary stay for him here in Wysteria, the place was lavishly decorated and adorned with antique furniture, expensive rugs and paintings, and custom drapes and tapestry.
The table we sat together in was located in his casual dining area right beside a large glass window with a lovely view of a backyard garden with budding flowers and a small birdbath. In front of me was an already beautifully decorated and layered plate collection with matching silverware that held only small appetizers.
The resident chef was in the process of preparing a meal for Niloh and me to enjoy with each other, in the meantime, a hefty serving of delicious Wysterian wines was served to us in immaculately decorated goblets to indulge.
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I sat my glass down as I looked up at Niloh who seemed to be heavily focusing on the center of my forehead where he had randomly brushed his thumb against. It was just for a split moment, but I did see the way his eyes had changed; it was as if it was completely transformed into hallows of complete gold and sunshine.
I contemplated to myself if I had even really seen it myself, but knowing the nature and the strength this man probably possessed, I'd take my chances on it being accurate.
"When a Goddess touches you in any form on the astral plane, it leaves a mark... kind of like the one that you currently have on your arm... though this one will take some time to appear." He stated.
"A mark?" I questioned.
I remember reading in that hardcover, the mentioning of Goddesses bestowing blessing marks on an individual; though it was extremely uncommon, it happened though people had a hard time believing who or where exactly it came from. Niloh was now telling me that a simple touch could bestow such a great marking on someone and I had one myself!
Niloh simply nodded, "Did she touch you on your forehead?" He inquired.
I raised my hand instinctively and touched my forehead as if I could feel a potential marking layered against my skin, but no such thing. "She pressed her lips against me... it felt as if an entire waterfall had crashed against my body... the feeling was like no other!" I explained to him.
Niloh smiled softly, reaching over for his glass as he took a hefty sip. "It seems she favors you greatly then." He set his glass down and looked away towards the window where the garden lay. I brought my hands back down onto my lap and thought of something else to ask the Chairman.
